"Well?"
The surveyor"s gesture was expressive. "We"re not in it now. Ore"s turned spotty, and it"s running deeper. I think I remember your telling me that Grenfell figured that the lode takes an inclination?"
"He certainly did."
"It"s another proof that you could count on what he said. There"s no doubt about that inclination. We can"t get out ore that will pay for crushing with an open cut much longer."
"Then," said Weston, "we can follow it with an adit."
He looked at Saunders, who smiled in a rather grim fashion.
"Adits cost money to drive," observed the latter. "You have brought some along?"
Weston said that this was not the case, and Saunders spread out his hands.
"Well," he said, "I"m broke. Half the men on this location are owing me quite a pile, and it"s clear that I"ll never get a dollar out of them unless they strike it rich, or the Grenfell Consols go up with a bang. That"s how Jim from Okanagan fixed the thing. Now I"ve got credit from a Vancouver wholesaler who takes a share in the store, and that will keep us in pork and flour, but the giant-powder and detonators in the shack yonder represent this syndicate"s available capital. I bought a big supply when I was in Vancouver, but there"ll be no more to be had when they run out."
"We"ll go on until they do," said Weston, doggedly.
The next morning he laid his city clothes carefully aside, and borrowed from his comrades garments more adapted to the bush. They certainly did not fit him, but that was a matter of no account, and when he had put them on he commenced work in very grim earnest. He was hard pressed--up against it, as they say in that country--and every crashing blow he struck upon the drill was a relief to him. Indeed, he worked with curious cold-blooded fury that wore out his comrades long before night came. Saunders had invested the proceeds of several years of Spartan self-denial in the precarious venture, but that was as nothing compared with Weston"s stake. He must succeed or relinquish all idea of winning the woman, who, he ventured to think, might listen to him when he had accomplished his task; and when he desisted at sunset his hands were bleeding and he had partly lamed Devine by an incautious stroke of the pick. That, however, was a matter about which the surveyor protested less than the hazards his comrade quietly took.
He rammed the giant-powder into the holes with reckless haste, and, though the cheapest fuses are seldom to be relied on, he allowed his companions scanty time to get out of the mine when he lighted them.
It was the same the next day, and for most of the next three weeks.
Indeed, Saunders and Devine were never sure how they contrived to keep pace with him; but they did it for the credit of their manhood, which would not allow them to be beaten by a Britisher. At nights their hands and backs were distressfully sore, but the adit they drove crept on steadily along the dip of the lode. Though they had worked reasonably hard already, their faces grew gaunter and harder under the strain, and as yet they had come upon little sign of any richer ore.
In the meanwhile it was very hot, and all day the withering sprays of the fallen firs emitted heavy, honey-like odors under the scorching sun.
Then it occurred to some of the others that, as there had been several weeks of fierce dry weather, it would be a favorable opportunity to burn off the slashing, or clear away the branches of the felled trees, which is usually done before the great logs, which do not readily burn, are attacked with the saw; and one day, when the wind promised to drive the conflagration away from the camp, fires were kindled here and there among the tindery undergrowth. The attempt proved successful, and in a few hours the fire had spread into the surrounding forest. It crept on through the latter steadily, springing up the towering trunks from spray to spray, until the dark firs were garlanded with climbing flame. Beneath them the brushwood crackled furiously, and every now and then a mighty limb fell amidst a shower of sparks, while half-charred logs and rows of blackened stumps marked out the lode. The smoke obscured the sun until the workings were wrapped in a haze, and it crept into the adit where Weston and his comrades toiled; but they held on with their fish-oil lamps burning until the light outside grew dim, and then, crawling back, sore all over, to the wooden shack which had now replaced the tent, they lay down outside it when supper was over.
It was an impressive spectacle that they gazed upon. The conflagration was still not far from them, for, as a rule, a forest fire does not move very rapidly. Across the valley hung a dusky pall of smoke, and beneath it all trunks stripped to bare spires stood out black against a sea of flame. The latter, however, was of no very great extent from wing to wing, and, now that the wind had almost dropped, it made very little progress, though it crept on down the valley in a confined belt, rising and falling in pulsations with the sharp crackle of licked-up undergrowth breaking through the deep-toned roar. Saunders, lying propped up on one elbow, watched it meditatively.
"It"s a high-cla.s.s burn," he said. "Going to save somebody quite a lot of chopping. But if that breeze whipped round there"d sure be trouble."
As the men at work on the lode lived either in tents or rude shelters of bark and logs, this seemed very probable; but Weston was not in the mood to concern himself about the matter then.
"How much giant-powder have we got in hand?" he asked.
"Almost enough to last another three weeks with fuse and detonators to match. You"ll have to find the next lot when that runs out."
Weston laughed.
"I"ve just sufficient money to take me back to Montreal, traveling Colonist, and I must go back to see how Wannop"s getting on before very long. What are you going to do then?"
Devine looked at Saunders, who smiled at him.
"Push the adit right on, if we have to cut every foot of it with the drill," he said. "Before we let up, we"ll rip the rock out with our naked hands."
It was a characteristic answer, but Weston was satisfied with it. He had discovered that if the men of the Pacific Slope were occasionally a trifle a.s.sertive and what he called flamboyant in their conversation, they nevertheless, as a rule, meant just what they said.
It is, of course, not unusual for an imaginative person to describe what he intends to do in dramatic periods, but while some people are wisely content with that, the western bushman generally can be depended on to carry out the purpose.
They said nothing further, and presently went to sleep, with the crackle of the undergrowth through which the fire crawled ringing in their ears.
CHAPTER XXIX
THE FIRE
The shack was full of smoke when Weston awakened, coughing, and drowsily looked about him. Somebody else was spluttering close by, and in a moment or two he heard Devine relieve himself with a few expletives. Then Weston got up from his lair of spruce twigs fully dressed, for the night was chilly and the shack had only three sides to it, while the men who live in such places not infrequently take off their clothes to work and put them on when they go to bed.
"The wind has evidently dropped, and the smoke"s drifting back. I can"t stand much more of this," said Weston.
Devine, it seemed, had lost his temper.
"Then why don"t you get out, instead of worrying people?" he asked.
"Anyway, it"s only one of the little luxuries that Saunders and I are quite accustomed to. I"ve been eaten by mosquitoes, sandflies, and other insects of various kinds. You"ve "most smashed my ankle, besides sticking a grub-hoe into me, and Saunders must work out a big stone just when I was under it. We"ve been living most of two months on his rancid pork and grindstone bread, and now you make a circus about a little smoke!"
He broke off in another fit of spluttering, and the storekeeper"s voice rose out of the vapor which seemed to be rapidly thickening.
"The wind"s not dropped. It"s shifted, and the fire"s working back,"
he said.
In another moment Weston stood gasping in the doorway. A little chilly breeze, such as often draws down from the ranges in early morning, met him in the face, and the air was thick with drifting smoke. Hoa.r.s.e shouts rose out of it and a patter of running feet, and it became evident that most of the men were departing hastily for the range or the remoter forest. Weston, however, could not see them, and it was, indeed, a few seconds before he saw anything except a confused glimmering behind a dusky pall of vapor. Then, as the smoke thinned, a bewildering glare shot up, and ranks of trees were silhouetted against a sea of fire that flung itself upon the rearmost of them and ran aloft from spray to spray, while the snapping of the smaller branches resembled volleys of riflery. After that the smoke drove down again and blotted out everything.
Weston, however, was not unduly alarmed. He concerned himself most about the possibility of their work being delayed during the next day or two. As a rule, an active man has little difficulty in avoiding a forest fire, unless it is of unusual extent, or is driven by a strong wind, and there was a wide s.p.a.ce already burned clear to which they could remove their possessions. It appeared advisable to set about the latter task at once, for the conflagration was by this time uncomfortably close to them.
"Hand me the big flour-bag," he said.
Saunders hoisted it on his shoulders, and he stumbled away with it, coughing in the smoke, until he could deposit it in the cleared track where the fire had pa.s.sed the previous afternoon. Then he went back for another load, and had some difficulty in reaching the shack, for the vapor filled his eyes and almost suffocated him. He fell down once or twice among the half-burned branches as he retraced his steps with his burden; but pork and flour and picks and drills were precious commodities in the bush, and he made a third journey, upsetting Saunders as he plunged into the shack. In the meanwhile, the other also had been busy, and at length they sat down gasping beside the pile of blankets, clothing, tools and provisions, with several other men who had hastily removed their possessions from adjacent claims.
"Where are the rest of the boys?" Saunders asked one of them.
"Some of them are in the workings, some of them on the range, but I guess it was for Vancouver the Fraser crowd started out. Seemed to me they meant to get there before they stopped."
Just then a shower of sparks fell about them and charred a hole or two in Devine"s clothes, while they had a momentary vision of the front of the conflagration. It was not a rea.s.suring spectacle, for the rolling sea of fire flung itself aloft in glittering spray to the tops of the highest firs, and the valley rang with the roar it made.
"Well," said Saunders, reflectively, "I don"t know that I blame the Fraser crowd, and one of the boys was telling me not long ago that the settlement he came from was burned out. A thing of that kind makes a man cautious. Anyway, it"s quite hot enough here, and we"ll hump this truck along to the adit."
The others agreed that it would be advisable, but most of the things were heavy, and it was some little time later when Weston lighted a fish-oil lamp in the heading and held it up. The narrow tunnel seemed half-full of rolled-up blankets, flour-bags and slabs of pork, and a group of men, some of whose faces were blackened, sat among them.
"Our lot came in first. Have you got it all?" Weston asked.
They found the flour and pork, the tea and Saunders" rifle, as well as a couple of hammers and several drills; but Weston did not seem satisfied.
"Where are my clothes?" he asked.
None of them seemed to know, though it became evident that his city garments were, at least, not in the adit.